bookbashuk Chapter 114: Lockhart's Biggest Regret
Chapter 114: Lockhart's Biggest Regret
Chapter 115: Lockhart's Most Regretful Episode
The wrinkled witch suddenly became expressionless, as if she were looking at a giant, glowing cockroach waving its antennae at her.
But she felt a sense of relief.
Using this, they freed themselves from the strange child and scurried away as if sliding on the ground.
As it passed the "glowing giant cockroach," it maliciously stuck out its long tongue and chuckled as Lockhart jumped up in fright.
"...That was really close!"
"If I hadn't intervened in time, you would have been kidnapped!"
Gilderoy Lockhart hopped over in three quick steps and grabbed Ethan's shoulder.
He looked back with lingering fear, as if trying to hide behind Ethan.
Seeing that no one was following, Lockhart finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Damn it, what kind of place is this?!
Lockhart never intended to help the client in the first place.
The great Gilderoy Lockhart would never do something so thankless!
Lockhart had already hired several unruly wizards.
In a moment, let them pretend to kidnap Ethan, and then I'll bravely jump out and drive them away!
Then, a reporter from the Daily Prophet who happens to be passing by will capture this heroic moment with his camera.
Haha!
Lockhart could imagine how the newspapers would portray him!
The new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor saves his misguided students! A former demon reforms and vows to follow the great Gilderoy Lockhart forever!
"—
What are you laughing at, Mr. Lockhart? We should go and complete our task.
"Snapped!"
Ethan's voice shattered Lockhart's beautiful illusion.
"...Oh, right! Let me settle this case and put an end to the darkness and evil of Knockturn Alley!"
As he spoke, Lockhart grabbed Ethan and tried to lead him towards the thugs.
However, at that moment...
"You're going the wrong way, Mr. Lockhart. The transaction location the client specified is over there. Didn't you receive a reply?"
A soft, gentle voice rang out.
A cold, slippery hand, as if it were a corpse, suddenly gripped Lockhart's arm.
？ ！！
Lockhart shuddered.
Turning his head, he met Ethan's curved cobalt blue eyes.
Although she was smiling, you couldn't feel any warmth from her.
It felt as if I was being watched by a giant sea monster, its coldness chilling me to the bone.
The client's reply?
He receives hundreds of fan letters every day, he doesn't have time to care about that stuff!
Besides, he didn't come here with the intention of resolving the client's request.
Lockhart looked up in the direction Ethan was pointing.
That's deep inside the alleyway.
In the filthy, dark, narrow alley, wizards dressed in tattered robes cast greedy, sinister glances at them.
Those withered and ugly faces looked extremely dangerous at first glance.
Lockhart: "...cough, no, the location has changed, it's at one."
Before he could finish speaking...
Suddenly, Ethan turned around, enthusiastically grabbed a passing wizard, and laughed:
"Excuse me, do you know where the Toad Bar is?"
Lockhart: ? ! !
Black Wizard: ?
Are all the easy targets now?
The dark wizard paused for a moment, carefully examined Ethan's attire, and grinned:
"Oh, of course I know, child. Come, come with us."
Lockhart backed away in alarm: "No! Thank you for your kindness, but we're not going—"
"Bang!"
Lockhart ran into "a wall".
Looking back, I realized that I had somehow become surrounded by a dense crowd of wizards.
"Come on, don't be shy."
The tall, burly sorcerer with a scar running across his face spoke in a sinister and smug voice.
"No, no—Aaaaaah!!!"
the other side.
"what?"
The Daily Prophet reporter, who was assigned to wait there, watched this scene with bewilderment.
"Has the plan changed? Why are they heading that way—oh well, I'll follow them and see what happens. Maybe there'll be an even bigger bombshell."
The reporter pulled his hat brim low, carefully protecting his bulky camera, and followed at a distance.
Toad Bar.
Ethan and Lockhart were pushed into a secluded room deep inside the bar.
"Bang!"
The door slammed shut behind me.
Immediately, several gazes fell upon Ethan and Lockhart.
Ethan squinted, adjusting to the dimness of the room.
In the cramped room, several mirrors reflected the faint candlelight, barely illuminating the outlines of objects.
On the round table, a pentagram was drawn with red liquid.
In the center, there was a worn-out black notebook, its pages faintly yellowed.
"A fool actually came looking for us. Perfect, we need a new sacrifice—"
A sharp sound rang out from under the hood.
Ethan felt Lockhart beside him tremble even more violently.
"I...I can give you money! I have lots and lots of money! Just let me go!"
Lockhart screamed, his blond hair disheveled, his eyes filled with terror, a far cry from his previous peacock-like appearance.
Ethan said earnestly, "Mr. Lockhart, what are you talking about? We should uphold justice and fight against evil criminals."
This statement came out.
The room fell silent.
Then, the dark wizards burst into laughter!
"Hahaha! He's almost dead! And he's still talking about fighting evil? He's like a newborn calf that doesn't fear a tiger! It's hilarious!"
Lockhart stared at Ethan in disbelief, inwardly screaming:
Is this kid out of his mind?!
What "devil"? He's just an innocent and stupid little brat!
The dark wizard said, "Don't worry. We'll accept both your money and your souls."
"Not one—uh-uh!"
Lockhart was about to say something when a spell sealed his mouth shut.
Within the pentagram, the black laptop operates automatically without any wind.
Turning the yellowed pages, a line of writing appeared on them.
Ok?
This vague sense of familiarity made Ethan frown.
He closed his left eye.
Instead, an eyeball opened from the low ceiling above everyone's heads.
Gulu wriggled and looked at the diary, where it read:
I need more souls to kill them—when my power grows, I will reward you.
Could it be Tom Riddle's diary?!
Ethan opened his eyes slightly and said:
"How did you guys get your hands on this notebook?"
"Shut up!"
A dark wizard screamed and shot a vicious spell at Ethan.
The dark door flashed by, and Ethan feigned a muffled groan.
"Hmph, we stole this from a fool who thought it was just a useless, ordinary diary, but we could tell at a glance it was something extraordinary!"
Stolen?
Hmm—it was probably "stolen" on purpose.
Ethan thought to himself.
He remembered that this diary originally belonged to the Malfoy family.
But they probably didn't know the importance of this diary; it was one of Voldemort's Horcruxes—and Voldemort would never reveal his life or fortune to anyone.
In the original story, in order to frame the Weasleys during their surprise inspection of contraband, he hid the diary in Ginny's textbook.
— He almost let his own house-elf win MVP, "saving" Harry Potter from death.
Unexpectedly, with my involvement, the Malfoy family actually threw away the diary on their own initiative.
"This child is teachable," Ethan nodded approvingly.
I wanted to get my hands on that diary immediately!
Such an evil and dangerous thing should not fall into the hands of bad people!
Let me bear this responsibility and this sin!
Paper, which can carry souls and interact with things, is excellent research material.
A small flame of justice ignited in Ethan's eyes.
A brilliant idea popped into my head.
"Wabibabujiligua la—."
The black wizards chanted strange incantations in unison.
Lockhart's body trembled violently, and he clutched his head in anguish, crying out in anguish:
"No, no—please! I can give you money—ahhh!"
Lockhart suddenly arched his back, opened his mouth wide, his features froze like a mask, and stared blankly upwards with fear in his eyes.
A wisp of pale blue mist drifted from his mouth.
The chanting grew louder, filled with the excitement of impending good fortune.
It's here! A powerful and mysterious monarch is about to be born from an ancient diary—*bang!*
With a loud bang, all the mirrors in the room suddenly shattered!
The flying shards of mirror, like sharp daggers, instantly turned the dark wizards into pincushions!
"Ah!"
The incantation was abruptly interrupted, and the dark wizards screamed and rolled around in agony!
"call!"
The candle went out, and the room was plunged into darkness.
"W-What's going on?!"
"My eyes! Ahhh, I can't see!"
"The fluorescent light is flashing!"
Points of white light appeared.
In the light of the nitrogen box, a pale face was reflected.
"—?!!"
Fear gripped their hearts for a moment, making them hold their breath and stare dumbfounded at the figure.
The black-haired boy, who was supposed to be a sacrificial offering, had somehow and silently appeared on the table.
With her back hunched and head tilted to the side, she smiled and watched them through the gaps in her scattered black hair.
He opened his mouth and said:
"Sacrifices are needed—more sacrifices—dark, delicious souls."
Her voice was ethereal yet chilling, like the wind blowing through a cemetery at night.
The power of the Eris spell flowed forth with the words.
They wove a large net, which clouded the minds of the wizards present.
Their eyes became dull and empty, just like Lockhart's earlier.
Yes, yes, the devil has descended and possessed this little devil.
Their mouths opened and closed in murmurs, repeating:
"Sacrificial offerings—The master needs sacrificial offerings—"
"We—are the best sacrifice!!"
The dark wizards slowly turned their heads, their gazes falling on their "comrades".
With a "plop," he pulled out the shards of glass stuck in his body and raised them high—plop plop plop, plop plop plop!
Ethan smiled as he looked at the harmonious and loving scene before him.
What a wonderful day, another day dedicated to promoting world peace.
I'm so kind~
An unidentified red liquid splattered on the diary, rendering it completely silent.
Not to mention Lockhart standing to the side.
The spell's effect wore off, and he huddled in the corner, watching the scene unfold before him with extreme terror, his body convulsing uncontrollably.
Just watching it is a form of mental torture.
Merlin, has he come to hell?
What on earth is going on—is Ethan, that Ethan really possessed by a demon?!
"No, no... Merlin, save me—"
At this moment, Lockhart deeply regretted making this request.
It far exceeded his expectations.
And the ability to withstand it.
Lockhart trembled as he raised his wand to himself.
the other side.
Outside the room.
Jamie, a burly man, stood guard outside the door, listening to the commotion inside, and a smug smile crept across his face.
I easily caught two easy targets today, I'm really lucky. When I get inside, I'll have to make sure they share some of the spoils with me.